Ramble

Sitting Hearts

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We sat like strangers

The largest valley

Between two mountains

A slow deep breath

A back yard alley

A passage of soft hearts

 

Like a flower, bloom

A twisting refining notion

That the foliage within

Never dwindles among men

 

So with the silence; bound

There are countless

Verses unspoken

A slow deep look

A burning mess

A road of genuine hearts

 

Like a flower, bloom

A twisting refining notion

That the foliage within

Never dwindles among men

 

We sat like strangers

The largest illusion

Among the world

A soundless adoration

A grand prelusion

A path of rebel hearts

 

Like a flower, bloom

A twisting refining notion

That the foliage within

Never dwindles among men

 

 

 

 

Fuck it; I said it

Fuck 'Thank you's' and 'Excuse me's'...
I don't need permission to speak, think,
eat, or take a shit! I want to piss where
ever the fuck I want too, "FUCK THE CAN."
I want to pick my nose in front of elderly
women drinking tea, while playing bridge...
I DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION!!
During intermission I want to smoke a fat
ass joint, but I won't because I don't want
too, and I don't...anymore!!
Notice how I didn't ask for your permission
when I came up here to say this shit..."It's
not even a fucken poem, more like rambles."
Who gives a fuck,
I DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION!!
I want to eat with my hands, be unethical,
burp in someone's face and say,
"Did you smell that." Be a nudist from 6pm
to midnight every day, answer the phone,
"How's it hanging?" End the conversation,
"Keep it loose." I have my freedom of speech
just like you do,
I DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION to be rude
with you...
I want to put diesel in a gas car, truck, or SUV.
I want to race people in wheelchairs...downhill.
"Yeah, I know, this sounds cruel."
I give a rats ass.
Who needs permission to disrespect?
No one, so why should I. I want to rip your eyes
out, so you can see how dumb you look asking
me if I have morals.
I DON’T NEED YOUR PERMISSION to spit in your
face.
I want to drive in the fast lane slow, come to a
complete stop at a green light go, I want to
shout a random name in public, disturb the peace,
and wink at a blind person, all in one beat…
I want to color outside the lines, ‘flip the bird’
and say I got two of these birdies, and I hardly
play golf!!
I can keep on going with this shit, but now I’m
starting to think how stupid I am to even be
answering your stupid question,
“If I even care,” Fool, “you know I fucken
care; I’m starting to feel sorry for your ass!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Fuck Permission to be rude....

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Rambling

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Poems 2010

Sitting here bored
I listen to her talk
My work is done
But not the essay

Class should be over
For we are all ready
To pack our bags
And head on home

But this wont happen
Till the bell rings
Or till Ms. Versley
Says we can leave

And till that time
I may take a nap
As she rambles
On and on and on

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in class today while my teacher kept talking on and on and on about things I, and the others at my table, already seem to understand.I tried to go five syllables in one line then four in the next. I can';t remember what kind of poem it would be called so, whatever, lol. But all of them are like that but line #8 where it is four syllables and not five.
Hope you all enjoy it

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